Snow It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow Snow I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
Snow I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow Snow Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow
Where it's snowing All winter through That's where I want to be Snowball throwing That's what I'll do How I'm longing to ski Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh
Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow Snow Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow
What is Christmas with no snow No white Christmas with no snow Snow
I'll soon be there with snow I'll wash my hair with snow And with a spade of snow I'll build a man that's made of snow I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye Go to sleep And dream Of snow
